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Story Of Erica

 

Story Of Erica


(Hello?)
(Hey girl, what you doin'?)
(Hey girl, I'm just with Jason right now)
(Jason? You still hanging with that bum?)
(He treats me good)
(Matter of fact, he's cooking for me right now)
(Girl, when you gonna stop hanging with these broke ass dudes?)
(Erica!)
(What?)
(Why's it always gotta be about the money?)
(Well, how he gonna take care of you then? Tell me that!)
(I mean)
(My daddy buys me what I want, when I want and how the fuck I want it. Believe that)

These days, making love ain't been fun
'Cause making men cum has been her only income
21, Erica is barely 21
And for the dollar, she gon' give it up for anyone
Red bottoms, she gon' get them Louis Vuittons
Sugar daddy get whatever shoe she want
And if you gotta blue tick, she like, how you been?
She even let a couple rappers hit it now and then

Boss mode, Erica in boss mode
Hit the Gucci store, she ain't even check the barcode
Oh shit, retail, therapy from retail
Another Venmo alert in her Gmail
All the other girls wanna ball out like Erica
L.A. to N.Y., Queen of America
But all of this can't cover up what she has never told
Her uncle was abusing her since she was only 7 years old

(Our little secret, right? That's a good girl. Who's my favourite niece?)

Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica

(Hello?)
(Girl, where are you, what you doin'?)
(Nothing, just hopped off this jet, ha!)
(These rappers' throwing a party tonight)
(Wanna make some money?)
(I'm on my way)

(Twerk something hoe, you better twerk somethin')
That'd be the motto that she lives by to earn something
They ain't with the nonsense, so quit the nonsense
You think these guys have a conscience?
They're barely conscious!
These dudes are bonkers!
(Hotel suite that make it rain on Erica)
(She do what it take to make it pay for Erica)

(She only 21, damn, she act like a big girl)
She looked him in the eye, then she winked, that's a signal
Bathroom, took him to the bathroom!
Erica give dome like a motherfucking vacuum
She said, "Where the condoms, you better have the condoms"
He say, "I can't find them, is that a problem?"
Not a problem

Hitting from the back, thinking, damn, he didn't pay again
She said, better pull out like Abel, from H&M
He said, you a good girl, who'll zip it shut, aren't you?
And that's the same thing her uncle told her every barbecue

(Bro, tell me I was in that bad bitch)
(Man, you crazy!)
(The way she tie me up before)
(Ooh!)
(Bro it was just like, boom boom!)
(Straight up, no condoms, just raw!)
(Oh, you hit that shit raw?)
(Hell, yeah, I hit it raw)
(And when she told me that before)
(Animal dawg)
(Tell me I was crazy, but)

Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica

(Hello?)
(Rob, I'm pregnant!)
(Fuck you mean you pregnant?)
(I mean I'm pregnant!)
(Oh, hell nah, bitch, you a hoe! You know that shit ain't mine!)
(What?)
(Oh, hell nah, fuck you!)
(You're the last dude I slept with!)
(Nah, hell nah!)
(Are you kidding me right now?)
(A'ight, whatever. Yeah, I'll see you, shit)
Erica

Shit, it's been two years, little man is growing up
But momma's gotta cope without his daddy showing up
She can't believe it, she's gotta raise this kid unassisted
Thinking, here we go, another black daddy a statistic

And she vowed she would never have a son nor a daughter
To a man with resemblance to her own fucking father
Shit, it's crazy
She said, who that at the door?
It better not be that nigga I was talking to before

'Cause I know that that man I was talking to before
Doesn't have the fucking nerve or the balls or the guts in his core
To show his face on the front of my porch
Doesn't wanna see his son or pay a cent in child support
But he wants to hit it raw!

Then she opens up the door to see the father of her child
Socks her in the jaw
Says, you wanna make demands with this letter in my hand?
Who the fuck are you to try to put me on a stand?
Shoulda went down to the clinic!

And then she said, 300 fucking dollars, that's the cost to be a living
A living, breathing human?
Instead, you're just assuming
How the fuck can you say that shit?
He's got your blood flowing through him
Shit, you gonna mentally and emotionally leave him fucking ruined!
Do you even know the impact of the shit you doin'?
Try to make me understand!
'Cause ain't no way that in the mirror you can call yourself a man!
(Oh shit)

He starts reaching for his waist
She gets up in his face, then he pulls a Glock 40 out, he doesn't hesitate
Move out the fucking way
It's either him or both of you
So don't make me choose your fate!
And then, bah, bah, bah
Three shots without warning
Neighbours hear the screams from the yard
'Cause the dogs keep on constantly barking
And he don't make a sound
He can't believe his eyes, he collapses to the ground

And he heard that crying
For the first time in his life, wished he could turn back time
She said I ain't a real man, she ain't lying
'Cause Lord I took her life, so in exchange take mine!
Little man, I'm sorry that I couldn't make you happy
But trust me, you don't want me as a daddy
I wish I could take it back, best believe I do
I took your momma's life, now I'ma take mine, too

Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica
Erica, Erica, Erica, Erica

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